What kind of person is Fan Sixi? She seems to have never looked back. She always wears a high ponytail. Every step she takes is real and firm, and you can even hear the sound. The swaying tail of her hair is so proud that it makes people unable to open their eyes. The first time Fan Chengqian met her was on an early summer morning. A thin layer of light shone through the first green poplar leaves, and the shadows of the leaves swayed on passers-by. Fan Chengqian was kicked far away by this strange girl. He raised his head again, and the girl with a thin waist and long legs stood condescendingly in front of him. The early summer sun shone behind the girl, and she was bright and bright.
Intention: The next second you open the notebook, are you thinking of me? Or am I thinking of you?